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The Huffington Post

I remember describing the first season of ”Master of None” as a whiskey ginger ― so warm, so refreshing, so cool. Aziz Ansari’s creation was like a balm after so much disappointing television, filled with white faces and telling the same stories ad nauseum. When I watched it, I felt like I was holding something new in my hands. Never had the brown immigrant experience been delivered to a mainstream audience in such a fresh and funny way. I felt like I was watching a s...

The Huffington Post

Former first lady Barbara Bush died on Tuesday of this week. Living presidents remembered her for her grace and wisdom. They described her as candid and strong. It’s customary to recognize a former political leader for their contributions to the country. But when the Women’s March, who had organized the largest feminist protest in our country’s history, tweeted “Rest in peace and power, Barbara Bush,” I just about dropped my cup of coffee.
It felt beyond tone deaf for the Women’s March to be ...

kajalmag.com

When The Big Sick opened to American audiences in late June, it unleashed a tidal wave on its viewers–people of all colors gathered in cinemas across the country to watch a hapless Pakistani immigrant fall in love. For many it was a brand new concept: a brown man placed centerstage telling the story of his own life. It spawned essays and articles about what it means to be a South Asian in the diaspora. And it gave non-South Asians an insight into life for the rest of us. But for its box offic...

Teen Vogue

A typical Papi Juice party starts like an old-school bop–with a flyer, albeit digital. Beautiful original illustrations of queer people of color cuddling and holding hands beckons you to a venue in Brooklyn. At the heart of the party, the DJs are spinning old tracks and new, people are voguing and grinding and twerking and kissing. This is what a new world looks like.

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popsugar.com

I bought my bus tickets for Washington DC about a week before the Women's March. At the time, it felt important, crucial. I am a journalist and an Indian-American woman of color, the child of immigrants. If I wasn't going to turn up and be counted, who would?

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